by Sky Corgan
Sir Martin stepped away from us then, allowing Damien and I to take center stage, facing each other. I was so nervous that I thought I might throw up. This was it. Once I gave myself over to him, there was no going back.
Taking a deep breath, I lifted the leash up to Damien and spoke the words, “I present you with this leash as a sign of my devotion and submission. It is my desire that you take me as your own, to guide me, shelter me, and train me as you see fit, for this day, and all days that follow. I wish to belong to you and for the privilege to call you Master.”
Damien took the leash from me, holding it out before me as I had in front of him. He looked down on me with confidence and pride. “I accept this gift of your submission. I promise to care for you, guide you, train you, and discipline you how I see fit. It is my wish that you belong to me, from this day fourth. I bestow upon you the right to call me Master. Will you kneel before me and become mine?”
“Yes,” I replied, obediently kneeling on the pillow.
Danica stepped up to present Damien with my formal collar. He took it and gently placed it around my neck. The weight of it felt perfect, and with its placement came a wave of happy emotion.
“I wear this collar as a sign of my submission to you and my acceptance of your ownership. I will wear it now and from this day forth with pride at what it signifies.”
“You now belong to me.”
“You are now my Master.”
“Stand and let us seal this pact before our family and friends.”
Danica took the two contracts from her pockets and handed us our appropriate version. We had read them beforehand, so we both knew what they contained. I just hoped Damien hadn't been sneaky and slipped in a modified replacement of my contract, as he had tried to do with my training contract. That seemed like it was ages ago, and I had eventually given him what he wanted, so there was no reason to be deceptive.
Taking a deep breath, I signed my copy, then Damien's. When we were finished signing each other's contracts, we handed them off to Sir Martin to sign as a witness.
I turned to Damien and knelt on the pillow again. “I accept this contract and all it entails. From this day forward, I will serve, honor, and obey you in all things. I will love you and care for you, and open my body and mind to all that your heart desires. I now belong to you and give you my submission freely as a gift.”
Damien attached the leash to my collar. “I accept your gift of submission and will cherish it to the end of my days. I will strive to always make sure you are happy, and will do whatever it takes to keep you content in your decision to give this gift to me. You and I are one now.”
I bent to kiss Damien's feet, waiting for his first command as my Master.
“Raise your head,” he said, and I did as I was told, looking up at him. He leaned over to give me a gentle kiss on the lips before telling me to stand.
Sir Martin stepped in front of our audience. “These two people are now bound together. This concludes the collaring ceremony.”
Bells rang to the sound of our union, and Damien embraced me, kissing me with far more passion than he had when I was on my knees. It seemed unrestrained and endless, our mouths moving together with excited fervor, happy that we officially belonged to one another.
Our guests came up to greet and congratulate us, breaking us free from each other's arms. Tanya and Vinny smiled at me from a distance, but I could tell the whole ordeal had made them a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't long after that they left, though the reception continued on without them.
Sir Martin had brought a Saint Andrew's cross with him, and for part of the reception, I was strapped to it while each guest got to come give me a flogging. Most were gentle, though Danica and Sir Craig left red welts in their wake.
The rest of the evening reminded me of a normal wedding reception. We ate cake and socialized and drank and danced. Damien had rented a DJ since he thought hiring a band would be a bit too much. It was always odd bringing strangers into BDSM events, he said. I understood that well enough. The DJ only did slightly less gaping at my nude body than the cook had at Damien's dinner party.
It wasn't until late in the afternoon that our guests finally began to disperse. Sir Martin was the last to leave. Damien helped him load the Saint Andrew's cross into the back of his truck, and then we were alone at last, Master and submissive.
“Did you have fun?” Damien asked, leading me by my leash into the bedroom.
“I did.” I nodded. Though I was extremely exhausted, I could hardly wait for what was coming next.
By the time we got to the bedroom, there was already a tint in his pants. Damien turned on me, gripping my hair and pressing me up against the wall as he attacked my mouth with an onslaught of kisses. He grabbed my leg, pulling it up over his hip, and I could feel the hard bulge of his manhood pressing between my pussy lips, the material of his pants rubbing out the first ounces of pleasurable sensation between my legs.
I groaned against his mouth, kissing him with equal fervor. My arms wrapped around his back, my nails clawing down it, though I was a bit annoyed that they dug into his tuxedo instead of flesh.
We broke free of each other for a moment, and I took the advantage, tugging on his tie and fighting off his clothes as if they were an enemy. Damien watched me undress him with amusement. In that moment, I was more animal than woman, fueled by carnal desire.
I pulled his cock out of his pants, feeling the firmness of it between my fingers, the velvet of his skin. My grip tightened and I gave it a few tugs, which elicited a nice moan from Damien's throat. Our mouths clashed again, our tongues fighting for space as we tasted and devoured each other. As soon as our lips parted, I was kissing down his chest, worshiping the lines of his muscles until I was on my knees, face to face with his glorious phallus. It was so perfect, and it was all mine—forever.
Like a cock hungry slut, I slurped at it, licking from base to tip, feeling the veins beneath my tongue and savoring the flavor of sweat and sex. Just the scent of Damien was like a powerful aphrodisiac, spurring me on to do indecent things to him. I massaged his balls with my hand as I made crude noises on his dick.
“You love my cock, don't you?” he whispered. “Show my how much you love it.”
And I did, taking it to the back of my throat until I was almost sure my gag reflex would go off. It didn't though, and after a quick breather, I was pushing him even further inside, bobbing my head and tasting the first drops of his pre-seed. Damien tangled his hands in my hair, roughly pressing me tighter against him. I stared up into his eyes, showing him I could take it no matter how far he pushed me. He groaned in appreciation, releasing his grip to allow me to suck him off on my own for a while longer before he pulled me to my feet and backed me up against the bed.
When we reached its edge, he pushed me over, grabbing my legs and shoving his head between them. I moaned as his hot breath wafted over my mound. Then his tongue plunged between my folds, licking the wetness that had amassed there. His mouth was skillful as ever, sucking and kissing and massaging. All the while, I played with one of my nipples, feeling my body climb up the hill of climax. There was no teasing tonight. The second I warned Damien that I was going to come, he allowed me to spill over the edge, my toes curling from the strong contractions that rolled through me. A soft laugh of contentment escaped my lips, thinking of how I owned Damien's mouth and hands and cock now. I may be his submissive, but we belonged to each other equally. I would enjoy the pleasures of his body for the rest of my life.
“Onto the bed,” Damien ordered when my contractions had stopped.
When I crawled up onto it, he urged me onto all fours. I watched him position himself behind me, gripping his cock to slide into my pussy. The feeling of him entering me was exquisite. As soon as he was inside, he began thrusting at a hurried pace, grunting with each buck of his hips. I whimpered and moaned in response, feeling absolutely shameless.
Damien's hand came up behind me, and he jammed his thumb into
my asshole. My entire body tensed from the surprising intrusion. It hurt at first, my muscles contracting wildly as they had the first time I had anal. Since my birthday, Damien hadn't tried for it again, even though there had been a time or two when I had secretly craved it. While I still thought anal was gross, I did enjoy the different stimulation it caused.
Damien probed his thumb in and out of my asshole while he fucked me. My pussy sucked on his cock while my ass slurped on his finger. It felt strange to be filled in both holes, but a good kind of strange. His fingers dug into the flesh of my back, only increasing the sensation.
“Fuck yeah,” I cried out, my voice sounded foreign in its rough pitch.
Damien pulled his cock out of my cunt, focusing on my ass by rotating his thumb inside of me. My pussy throbbed in approval, wanting his finger to go deeper. I writhed on my hands and knees, a prisoner to my own lust.
“Put it back in,” I begged, and Damien was quick to oblige.
His manhood entered my slick cunt with little resistance, causing my body to feel pleasingly full. He stilled for a moment, and I feared he was spent. When I looked back at him, he was grinning.
“You want it? Show me,” he said.
Without hesitation, I pressed back against him, rocking and fucking myself, using his cock as a pleasure tool. A sharp crack filled the air, and my breath hitched from the feel of his hand slapping across my ass. The stimulation from it only made me move with more vigor, hollowing out my pussy with his meaty shaft. My clit pulsed with miniature contractions; my cunt felt hot around him.
“Ride me,” he demanded, pulling out to crawl up onto the bed.
I followed, straddling him and crouching down until his dick was pointing threateningly up at my swollen pussy. With a lecherous grin, I gripped his shaft. It was so warm in my hand it almost burned, and the way it twitched spoke of his want for me. I released him for a moment to lick my palm, lathering his mushroom tip up with as much saliva as I could muster. Then I positioned him ever so carefully and began to lower myself.
Pain rushed through me as his glans kissed my asshole and began spreading it wide. The tiny muscle fibers fought against the intrusion. All the while, Damien moaned beneath me.
After some struggle, his helmet crested the ring of reluctant muscle, and I slid down onto his shaft, groaning. When he was all the way inside, I began riding him, leaning back and watching his cock go in and out of me. It was an arousing sight, the way his balls bounced when I fucked him. I reached down to take them in hand, rubbing and massaging, which seemed to drive Damien wild. He thrust up into me, breathing heavily.
“You better not come in my ass. I want it in my cunt,” I warned him.
He made no reply, but simply kept bucking until his breathing was ragged, then waited for me to take over again. It wasn't long before I pressed him to his limit.
“I'm going to come,” he told me, and I quickly pulled him out of my ass and redirecting his cock into my pussy.
A few more thrusts, and he was gasping, his body tensing as he shot his load deep into my womb. I watched with a satisfied smirk as his balls pulled up toward his cock. It was as if I could actually see them ejaculating into me.
By the time his orgasm subsided, Damien was panting, his body a relaxed heap below me. I rocked my hips a few more times, wanting to keep him inside of me until his manhood grew flaccid. He wouldn't allow me that luxury though. Very gently, Damien urged me off of him. I could feel the heat of his juices running down my thighs. It made me feel complete, for some reason. He pulled me into his arms, nuzzling my forehead with his cheek before giving it a kiss.
“That was incredible,” he said.
“Yes. Yes, it was,” I sighed contently, resting my head against his chest.
“You really need to not do that though. Birth control or not, I could get you pregnant.”
That wouldn't be the worst thing. “I know. It's a special night though, and I wanted to make you feel special.”
“You always make me feel special. Just having you by my side makes me feel special.”
“Then you'll feel special for the rest of your life.”
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Bonus Excerpt from Wrong or Write
Most little girls dream about being princesses and marrying their fathers when they grow up. No man is as wonderful and handsome as your father when you're five years old. You don't understand the concept of romantic love and what it means to be in a relationship. The admiration you have is innocent and sweet.
I wasn't like most little girls though. While my father was an amazing man, my first prince charming was Dominick Parker. Not only did he look like a Disney prince, but he also acted like one.
He was my sister's best friend, but he never made me feel excluded, even though they were both twelve years my senior. Instead of going off on their own all the time, they'd take me with them when they went to the movies or to theme parks. We even built my tree house together.
When I was seven years old, my parents died in a tragic car accident. At the time, my sister Tammy was living in a dorm at college. She immediately moved back home to take care of me. She would have dropped college if it wasn't for Dominick. He decided to sacrifice his own free time to make sure that my sister and I were well cared for. He went to college during the day and worked at night. The only time I ever saw him was when he was handing his paychecks over to my sister.
Thanks to Dominick, my sister and I were able to act as close to a normal family as possible. We'd both go to school during the day, but by the time the bus dropped me off, she'd be waiting for me at home. She wasn't a replacement for Mom, but I knew she tried her best.
The years passed, and Tammy finished college and was able to get a job as a manager at the local bank. She made sure her schedule still allowed for her to be home before I got off school. With Dominick no longer needing to support us, he quit his job and started coming around more.
It was strange seeing him and Tammy together again. Not quite how I remembered it when I was a child. Then again, at twelve years old, I was beginning to understand more about how the world worked. Love was no longer a foreign concept to me. I could see the way Dominick looked at my sister. But when she looked back at him, the sentiment wasn't returned.
I thought about asking her why they weren't a couple, but the truth was that I didn't want them to be. One thing that hadn't changed through the years was my attraction to Dominick, though it had matured like the rest of me. It was a silly little girl's fantasy to one day have him as my husband. He was absolutely perfect, both physically and emotionally. Everything that a man should be.
Like my sister, I enjoyed things the way they were. Dominick came around, treating us with all the love and respect that he always had. My sister wasn't dating him, so I could still daydream that someday he would be mine. He had stuck by us for all of those years, so I took for granted thinking that he would always be a permanent fixture in my life.
Then Tammy started dating someone else, a doctor fresh out of medical school named Marcus Johnson. He was smart and caring and handsome. Not the same kind of handsome as Dominick. This man was well-dressed and into fashion. Dominick had always been more of a rugged jeans and T-shirt guy.
Though I could tell it hurt Dominick to see them together, he still remained my sister's best friend. With this new man in Tammy's life, she seemed to need Dominick less. While he didn't disappear almost completely as he had when Tammy was going to college, we didn't see him as often, and that made me sad.
A stupid part of me wished he would come around just for me, but I knew that was an unrealistic expectation. I was still a child. Dominick
didn't see me in a romantic way. He never had, and I was almost certain he never would.
While the man whom Tammy was dating was nice, I secretly began resenting him for taking Dominick's place. Though I hadn't wanted them to be together, I had never really taken the time to think about what would happen if someone else came into Tammy's life. Dominick had been around for as long as I could remember. I couldn't even imagine him not being there.
There are two heartbreaking days in my history I will never forget; the day my parents died, and the day Tammy announced her engagement to Marcus Johnson. I remember the joy in her expression as she told me almost the second I had stepped inside the house after getting off the school bus. She was practically jumping, her cheeks rosy with excitement, her green eyes glimmering in a way I had never seen them before.
“Kim. Guess what? Guess what? Guess what?” she said to me, fighting back a squeal. Considering that one 'guess what' had not been sufficient enough, I could only assume it was something good.
“What?” I asked, smiling back, though I was confused.
“Notice something different?”
I scanned her up and down. Her perfect straight black hair looked no shorter. Her outfit definitely wasn't new. I looked at her nails to see if she had gotten them done. That's when I noticed the ring. My mouth dropped open.
“Oh my God, Tammy. Is that what I think it is?”
“Yes!!!” She cried out, wrapping her arms around me and twirling me around. I was only thirteen at the time, so I was still light enough for her to pick me up, just barely though. “Marcus finally proposed!”
“I'm so happy for you,” I replied genuinely, though in the back of my mind, my thoughts were racing as to what would happen to us. Ever since our parents died, it had just been Tammy and I. It would be strange having a man in the house.